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melodiesoflife2016-11-15 05:47 pm
mindofathief) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-11-15 05:47 pm
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Someone doesn't want a Jungian adventure
Who: Duster and anyone
Where: Hero Training Facility
When: Month of November
What: Not only is Duster anxious about how his Shadow might act, he's also upset at Santa's betrayal during the Night of the Thirteen Moogles. He's not sure what to do apart from sulking alone, but he does have his job at the Hero Training Facility he can't ignore.
The cold wind did not help Duster's mood. It bit at his nose no matter how often he readjusted his red scarf. It covered his ears, increasing the regret of not bringing a hat. Not that he cared about going back home to grab one. Every morning, he felt that the heat of his frustration would fuel enough warmth. Every morning, he realized that it was not to be so.
A man from a warm seaside town will never be used to Aqures Ixen weather.
Thankfully, the building that house the Training Facility was warm, and Duster felt relieved to be in a comfortable place that did not demand self-reflection. No secret side to confront, no former friends to split off from. All that he needed on his mind was tactics. All that he needed to do was to kick things hard and teach people how to kick things hard.
He took up his usual spot at the end of the room, setting up a red punching bag, and warmed up with several easy kicks. The sign outside pointed out to potential students where hand-to-hand combat lessons were being taught.
Self Defense Classes
Learn martial arts from Duster
Taught here all day today.
That old almost-a-haiku was still up.
Where: Hero Training Facility
When: Month of November
What: Not only is Duster anxious about how his Shadow might act, he's also upset at Santa's betrayal during the Night of the Thirteen Moogles. He's not sure what to do apart from sulking alone, but he does have his job at the Hero Training Facility he can't ignore.
The cold wind did not help Duster's mood. It bit at his nose no matter how often he readjusted his red scarf. It covered his ears, increasing the regret of not bringing a hat. Not that he cared about going back home to grab one. Every morning, he felt that the heat of his frustration would fuel enough warmth. Every morning, he realized that it was not to be so.
A man from a warm seaside town will never be used to Aqures Ixen weather.
Thankfully, the building that house the Training Facility was warm, and Duster felt relieved to be in a comfortable place that did not demand self-reflection. No secret side to confront, no former friends to split off from. All that he needed on his mind was tactics. All that he needed to do was to kick things hard and teach people how to kick things hard.
He took up his usual spot at the end of the room, setting up a red punching bag, and warmed up with several easy kicks. The sign outside pointed out to potential students where hand-to-hand combat lessons were being taught.
Learn martial arts from Duster
Taught here all day today.
That old almost-a-haiku was still up.
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This time, along with a knee to the side of Reno's gut, Duster grabbed hold of Reno's arm in the attempt to knock him off-balance this time.
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Had to get up... keep going. Let Duster whale on him some more. He didn't want to throw the fight, but even if he did, it couldn't be obvious.
He rubbed his side. "Lucky shot..."
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...A compromise was made. When Reno started to get up, Duster rushed to him and gave him another swift kick.
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There really was no way to block another kick when he was already half on the ground. Moving up would just give Duster's leg more momentum; using a Smoke Bomb would be cheating, and as sorely tempting as that was, Reno was really trying to avoid it. There was only one thing left to do -- Reno dropped back down onto his face to get under the kick, then rolled. Away at first, but if Duster pursued, he'd go back and try to grab for the bard's ankles.
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"Are you done?" he called from the spot he remained, preparing another defensive position but without as much fervor as before.. If Reno continued to fight, he'd fight back. And he'd do so gladly.